(Private to Chaos)

Max bent down and plucked a rock off of the shore of the lake. There were no canoe races going on today, but that didn't mean Max couldn't find entertainment some other way. He held the rock in his hand and examined it, turning it on its side. Silently declaring that it was indeed flat enough, Max looked out onto the lake. He put the rock between his first finger and his thumb. He then bent his knees just a little bit in order to level himself to the water.

"Alright, let's go for five," he said to himself. His arm wounded up behind him, and then pushed forward as if he was throwing a frisbee, only backwards. The rock flew from Max's hand and slapped onto the water, skidding a little, and then glided along the top of the water. The rock did about four skips and then dove into the lake with a plop. Four seemed to be the most that Max could get in the fifteen minutes that he had been trying. After watching the stone submerge, Scott's eyes fell down to the ground at his feet in search of another flat rock.

Dylan didn't know what to do, so he decided to go visit the lake. He put a hat on and his glasses. He then just walked right out as some of his siblings were arguing and they wanted his help. He did not have time for that, so he left anyway. He made sure none of them followed him, so he hid in a plant. He waited for about two seconds then her started walking towards the lake. He stop and started talking to some of his friends.

He left his friend an finally made it to the lake. He walked around then saw Max! Dylan smiled and skipped over to Max. He seen him throw a rock in the lake. So Dylan grabbed a flat rock and made his way over to Max "Hi Max!" he said a few feet away. He then was where Max was. He then held out a rock for him to throw "Found you a rock.". He then looked at the ground. That sounded so much better in his head.